Hmm?
Jiang Fan widened his eyes.
He looked at True Word Venerable, then at Fairy Yun Shang who was also pulled aside and left dazed.
For a mont, his mind went blank.
True Word Venerable seed to be more than just experiencing mory loss.
It appeared there were issues with cognition as well.
She was actually mimicking Fairy Yun Shang!
"Jiang Lang, Jiang Lang, Jiang Lang?"
True Word Venerable called out three tis in succession.
Jiang Fan felt a tingling scalp and hurriedly responded, "Hey."
Oh my!
Would True Word Venerable kill him to keep the scene silent after she recalls this incident?
He looked towards Fairy Yun Shang, showing an apologetic expression, and said, "Yun Shang, it’s just a temporary asure, don’t take it to heart."
This was clearly how Fairy Yun Shang addressed him.
Yet it was used by True Word Venerable.
Fairy Yun Shang snapped out of it and quickly said, "Why bother with this now?"
"Just keep her steady like this for now."
"This should be the most reliable thod at the mont."
Leaving True Word Venerable alone in the secret room was truly unsettling.
Getting lost was one thing, but if she went insane again and shot out a handprint as before, the consequences would be catastrophic.
At present, due to that pink Lotus magic artifact.
True Word Venerable seed to have so reliance on Jiang Fan.
This way, her emotions were stable, undoubtedly much safer.
Jiang Fan cast a grateful look of understanding, then nervously allowed True Word Venerable to take his arm, arriving at the entrance of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion.
Liu Qingxian was teaching Yue Mingzhu swordsmanship:
"Look, the fourth sword of ’Sword Heart Engraving’ is just like this."
At this mont, Liu Qingxian was full of vitality, exuding a powerful Nascent Soul aura.
Yue Mingzhu was the sa!
Yesterday, the two had successively braved tribulations.
Both succeeded without a defeat!
It was exactly as Yue Mingzhu had said, she could ensure both succeeded.
Liu Qingxian was very grateful.
Yue Mingzhu’s breakthrough went smoothly, encountering no danger, everything went without a hitch.
The ease was comparable to when Fairy Yun Shang faced her tribulation.
It was as if she was favored by the Heavenly Tribulation, the Thunderbolt that struck her was divided nurous tis, gradually ingested into her body.
Causing no severe harm, but even tempering the body.
Everyone watched in shock.
However, Liu Qingxian’s experience was much more dangerous.
The jade-carved phoenix chair was struck flying, the protective shield of Blood Bodhi was also shattered.
The Heavenly Tribulation seed to bear a grudge against her, striking her rcilessly.
Fairy Yun Shang and Slave Heart Demon Emperor, who were protectors, were ready to intervene to rescue and halt the tribulation.
Yet sohow, Yue Mingzhu did sothing.
She cast spells around the surroundings, and incredibly, the raging Heavenly Tribulation cald down, allowing her to narrowly succeed in crossing the tribulation.
Therefore, Liu Qingxian imparted all that she learned from ’Sword Heart Engraving’.
However, Yue Mingzhu couldn’t master it.
She pouted, "I’m not learning it anymore."
"The sword technique you obtained in your dream seems to have a barrier, outsiders cannot mimic it."
Liu Qingxian was also troubled, saying, "Then how do I thank you?"
"What I have, you have, what I don’t have, you also have."
A glint of slyness flashed in Yue Mingzhu’s eyes, she said, "Want to thank ?"
"How about this?"
She leaned into Liu Qingxian’s ear and whispered:
"Let go first, can I?"
Liu Qingxian was stunned for a mont.
At first, she didn’t understand what it ant, then suddenly realized, her face turned red as she pinched Yue Mingzhu’s arm and said:
"Aren’t you ashad?"
Yue Mingzhu shrugged, "I’m the Sect Master of Desires Sect, why would I be ashad?"
Liu Qingxian blushed, amused yet frustrated.
But soon her smile froze, showing a bewildered look, and said:
"Soone wants to beat you to it."
Hmm?
Yue Mingzhu turned around and stared, also stunned for a mont, then said angrily, "Where did this woman pop out from?"
"So righteously taking Jiang Fan’s arm?"
"I’ll go and ask her, what rank she holds!"
But as she was about to leap up, Liu Qingxian held her back.
Liu Qingxian pointed behind the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, at that terrifying handprint, and whispered:
"It’s that scorched woman!"
Hiss!
Yue Mingzhu felt a tingling scalp.
The incident of the woman waking up and tearing through the mountain had spread throughout the entire sect.
How could she not know?
"But, why is she taking our Jiang Fan’s arm?"
"Even Fairy Yun Shang was squeezed to the back."
Yue Mingzhu muttered discontentedly.
Liu Qingxian pondered, "There’s sothing unusual, there must be demons involved; Jiang Fan wouldn’t treat a woman like this without reason."
"There must be a reason, let’s watch and see."
Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master also showed signs of surprise and doubt.
Looking at Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan initiated Mute Zen through eye contact, explaining the situation.
Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master gasped in shock.
True Word Venerable?
And lost his mory?
This is sowhat intimidating.
Jiang Fan forced himself to remain calm as he approached the gate tower.
He softly spoke to the True Word Venerable beside him, "Venerable, could you stand to the side, please?"
True Word Venerable thought for a mont and glanced at Fairy Yun Shang.
Upon seeing her standing to the side, he released Jiang Fan and stood next to Fairy Yun Shang.
The two were similarly dressed, with similar figures.
Both had unrivaled beauty.
Like a pair of sisters.
Jiang Fan slightly exhaled, drew the Purple Sword.
Leaping into the air.
He carved three grand words onto the large gate tower with Sword Qi.
"Heavenly chanism Pavilion!"
The Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master, four Vice Pavilion Masters, four managers, and the accompanying old disciples.
Staring at the words "Heavenly chanism Pavilion," each felt a strange emotion.
The new Heavenly chanism Pavilion was finally established.
A new journey begins henceforth.
Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master looked at the engraved words and said, "Should we use gold paint or cinnabar?"
Stone-carved words are not prominent.
They need to be coated to be clearly visible.
Jiang Fan was about to speak.
An eerie voice ca from the sky.
"Better to tear it down!"
Looking afar, a figure rode a cloud of black mist, rushing towards them.
Within the black mist.
A Four Apertures Nascent Soul powerhouse’s silhouette faintly appeared.
The pressure emanating from him changed the expressions of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion crowd.
Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master cupped his hands and said, "Are you a senior from Sanqing Mountain?"
Boom!
The black mist shattered as a burly figure in a black cloak suddenly descended to the ground.
His features were coarse, his gaze fierce, his face covered in muscle.
He glanced at the words "Heavenly chanism Pavilion" with disdain.
"White Bone Alliance is here, no one is allowed to establish a sect."
"This gate tower, tear it down yourselves."
"Don’t make do it!"
White Bone Alliance?
Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master showed puzzlent; since when did Qingli Mountain have such a sect?
Their intentions were unfriendly, he naturally wouldn’t be polite: "Sir, we leave each other in peace..."
Before finishing his sentence.
The muscular middle-aged man flicked his sleeve, the powerful Nascent Soul Power struck towards Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master like a mountain.
Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master’s expression slightly changed.
Behind him stood many Core Formation Realm disciples.
To unleash such level of Nascent Soul Power, was clearly aid at killing indiscriminately!
His eyes glinted coldly.
From his eyes emanated two Thunderbolt beams, also containing the powerful force of the Three Apertures Nascent Soul.
Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master silently broke through to the Three Apertures Nascent Soul!
The Thunderbolt beams instantly shattered the incoming Nascent Soul Power and struck towards the muscular youth.
The latter quickly flickered to dodge the Thunderbolt beams, showing a hint of surprise.
"Three Apertures Nascent Soul?"
"Such a small Heavenly chanism Pavilion hides a Three Apertures Nascent Soul."
Then, the surprise turned into viciousness.
"Even better, hang your head from the gate tower."
"From now on, no one will dare to overestimate themselves and try to establish a sect here!"
His heart shook.
A blood hand erged from his chest, accompanied by spatial fluctuations, rapidly flashing towards the Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master’s neck.
This sudden bizarre move caught the Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master off guard.
But at this mont.
Two arms-thick bolts of Thunder had already prepared, piercing through the blood hand.
Hiss!
The muscular middle-aged man gasped.
Staring intently.
Jiang Fan stood below the gate tower, face icy:
"Pavilion Master, I suggest we don’t use gold paint or cinnabar for the words."
"This person’s blood is most suitable!"
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